Category Archives: Great Places

It’s not often you get the chance of having a really big eyeful of wildflower meadows. If you hurry on down to RHS Wisley Gardens there’s the chance to catch the most amazing performance of spring flowering going on.

Getting away just for the day or a weekend does wonders for the spirit. So when a friend invites me to inspect her new des res, like a shot I am there. The bissful chance to spend acres of time … Continue reading →

These bright sunny winter weekend days are great for heading off to the City of London for a walk. During the week busy, fast and pacey, deserted at the weekend. We went to the top floor of One New Change, … Continue reading →

If you asked me what my favorite restaurant is I’d say it’s The Black Rat Restaurant in Winchester. I know you’ve heard it from me before and no I am not a saddo, who never goes anywhere else, there lots of … Continue reading →

Coming up with something original for the nearest and dearest every Christmas can be taxing and slipping into buying them the hardware of life like socks, can sadly become the easiest option. So I got thinking along the lines of … Continue reading →

Cambridge for the day and plans to meet are postponed with a text, too late to turn back. I couldn’t have wished for more, my excuse to cut class and spend some time in Kettle’s Yard. Unique, hard to describe, not completely … Continue reading →

Loads of differing opinions about Andrea Arnolds Wuthering Heights. Having lived in a lonely remote farmhouse on a hillside the next valley along from Wuthering Heights, I’ve got to tell you the film gives a gritty, true image of the … Continue reading →

Suddenly the intense autumn colours have started. Their brightness cuts through the low gloomy light, they are startling and unreal, magical even. The Isabella Plantation in Richmond Park has come alive with a palette of hot, fiery colour. The gardeners, … Continue reading →

A friend was telling me that when she goes back to Sweden to visit her family next week she will go to her grandmothers’ grave with her mother following the tradition in Sweden of visiting the dead on Halloween. I got … Continue reading →

Doesn’t seem nearly a year ago that I showed my mother pictures of a gatehouse lodge I had fallen in love with, an exquisite idyll out of the pages of a Beatrix Potter book, somewhere for simple elegant living. My … Continue reading →